Death’s Door
As I lay in bed,
I feel it closing in.
The beat is slowing.
My eyes are further closing.
No one is here to see me off.
Do you think they knew?
That I was running out of time?
How often did they think
that I was slowly on the brink?
The corners of the room are dark and it’s closing in.
Soon I will be taken.
Where is everyone?
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